John

John, you were right
I should have listened to you that night, darlin'
You’re a friend of mine
You’re a friend of mine
But how does that go
You don’t enunciate when you’re stoned, darlin'
Little light of mine
Little light of mine
Just give me some sort of substance
Given that we
Have friended up since we were 13, darlin'
Shouldn’t i know
Where your mind goes
It blows in the wind, debating
How much to share with
Wha''s the other choice?
Trying to save your voice?
Just give me some sort of substance
John, you were right
One hundred days I’d trade for that night, darlin'
Not that I would say a word of it today
Why’s it so hard to say what
Lives in in our heart?
It’s a trait I share
Quiet everywhere